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Out on the Airstrip Lyrics

Artist: Urge Overkill
Album: Americruiser

Ah, take me with you...You ground the flyboyyou'll be clear for milesThey're throwing a partyThey're throwing vialsYou been wearing a gymsuitFlagging him downNow to land this bigass birdthen pussy-bound

Out on the airstripthe weather's is clearnothing be uglycan see him in here

Out on the airstripthe weather's so clearnothing so uglycan see him in here

John hear of duress'sWe're only guided yeahwe're doing ninetywe're doing fineoh we're almost therewe're up there (way the fuck up there)wine and having some budside door high post slo-molike no gun, no luck

Out on the airstripthe weather's is clearnothing be uglycan see him in here

Out on the airstripthe weather's so clearnothing so uglycan see him in here

And the girl's claps were always wildwhen I asked her what that town did for shitsWell she just rolled onto the runwayand flashed me a picture of her kid

when the sun came up, she was hiddenand the speedballer started taking her highI swore that morning"girl we're gonna fly, we're gonna fly"

Out on the airstripthe weather's is clearnothing be uglycan see him in here

Out on the airstripthe weather's so goddamn clearno nothing so uglywho is gonna buy you a meal, no